15 My bones were not hidden from you

when I was made in secret,

when I was formed in the depths of the earth.x

16 Your eyes saw me when I was formless;

all my days were written in your book and planned

before a single one of them began.y

17 God, how preciousG your thoughts are to me;

how vast their sum is!

18 If I counted them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand;z

when I wake up,H I am still with you.aa